Dead or alive, I love you

3.2 sick

Glenn looks at Genny with a face white from horror while she tries to go to daryl. "What?" She asks trying to get past him.

"No, you can't go out there," Glenn says grabbing her arms.

"Why not?" She asks pushing him off.

"He's here," he breaths out.

She freezes completely as she stares at him with open mouth. She pushes him out of the way and grabs the keys from Carl. She walks out with tears streaming down her face while her head zooms.

Daryl turns to her as she grabs his gun from his belt while she stares at a man with grey hair and a beard. "You," he says stepping back.

Genny raises the gun as Rick tries to stop her. "Genny! Don't do anything stupid!" He yells standing in front of her.

"Get out of my way, Rick," she says through her teeth as hate fills her eyes.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because he raped me when I was 15 years old," she says looking at the man.

Rick looks at Daryl who nods at him. Rick nods before stepping aside and letting Genny do what she has to. "Listen, Genevive. I'm sorry, I-I was young," the man says with his hands up slightly.

Genny steps forward with tears streaming down her face. "So was I," she says before firing a shot.

She looks at the body as it falls on the ground. She keeps the gun raised tears still falling her from her eyes. She takes in a sharp breath before walking over to it and emptying the entire gun into it.

Her angry tears and screams fill the prison until Daryl walks forward and puts his hands on her shoulders. He tries to take her away but she pushes him off grabbing her machete.

She starts screaming again while driving it into the body until she's covered in blood. "Genny! Enough!" Daryl says grabbing her arm.

She turns to him as she gains control again. The flashbacks stop and she slows her breathing. "It's okay, it's over," he says putting his hands in her neck.

She walks away to the cell block where Glenn pulls her into a hug. She starts crying in his neck.

Later that day Daryl walks over to her as she's cleaning her hands. He sits in front of her over the bowl of water while she ignores his presence.

He looks at her for a few minutes before letting out a breath and grabbing a towel. He dips the towel in the water and reaches it to her face. She closes her eyes at his touch and for the first time since they met she doesn't flinch, not even slightly.

"Thank you," she whispers looking up at him.

He nods smiling softly, "not a problem." He whispers back.